My worst nightmare is violence. No question.
Violence begins as a conversation normally, what then follows is an argument, after that comes shouting, after shouting comes yelling, after yelling comes verbal abuse, after verbal abuse comes violence.
Slapping and pushing at first, it quickly escalates into clenched fists and punching, then blood appears, and tempers flare, and reason goes out of the window, and then weapons appear.
Before long someone is injured.
Violence, oh did I grow up with it all and boy, do I recognise violence in its infancy.
Even now, as an ex infantryman am I wise enough to detest violence in all its forms.
I know how it starts and I know how it ends, and it proves zilch. Nothing.
Violence is my worst nightmare.
I grew up surrounded by it.
It is my worst nightmare.